Archivo de la etiqueta: Mika Brzezinski

Paris, France _ AS3nEwes. Tens of millions of domestic species marched in different cities around The Globe to protest against unwanted groping and fondle.

Boston, Massachusetts__ Mean while over at The Boston Globe, the Mighty–Mighty Bostonnes learned an important lesson about wraslin’ with PIGS. John Cena, on the WWF is about to learn the same lesson when he oil wrestles for the Saudi Despot du Jour.

The global march was sparked following the revelation of an Instagram®️ account of what appears to be an MK—Ultra bleached blonde groping different pot–bellied pigs. On one of the posted videos, the female can be heard bragging that she is “about to make a gif” and immediately gropes and lifts a piglet by the belly with one hand. On the frame, a room that is set up to look like a “kitchen” can be seen in Plain Sight, even with Eyes Wide Shut.

… naturally, Willie would not approve.

Gidget, the lesbian bitch who cemented her fame via the “Yo Quiero Taco Bell” commercials, and her long time squeeze, Tea Cup (Paris Hilton’s glamourous Chihuahua breed) joined in on the manifestation to show support for the #KEEPYOURHANDSOFMYBELLY and #LEAVEMYPOTALONE.

Mrs. Finucane, dear Mike, can go fuck herself and in the company of all of the sitting members of Bank of America.

Here’s the thing, Barnicle, you sir cannot go on the Morjo Show and rant about the Treasonous Asshole–in–Chief, Donald J. Trump, for making life a living nightmare for foreigners (documented or not) in the land of Bruce Springsteen and Bobby McGee, and then share the Executive Outhouse with a decision maker like YOUR WIFE, who might we [the staff] add that out of a financial institution like Bank of America is conveniently confiscating —or freezing— money from non–U.S. citizens… NOW that, Barnicle, that’s a very NAZI gesture of her and the rest of the board.

We [the staff] wonder if those foreign frozen assets that Bank of America seized are also barred from generating COMPOUND INTEREST for the institution that your wife co–chairs, —because if the banking institution that pays the bills in your household is also BANKING on the confiscated money of their customers, then that is a pretty shitty thing to bank on… don’t ya Think?

On the rebound, and just for shits & giggles, please tell Mika Brezezinski that she cannot be outraged about Harvey Weinstein without calling out her employer NBC for being assholes with the guy who dropped the dime on Winestein in the first place.

Fodongeando La Noticia, con Cousin Joe y Ondina “Mika” Brezezinski •—_—• The new norm in the way that sports journalists are going to be predicting who the next World Series Champions are, is going to be by using the Brad Pitt’s algorithm movie method. It’s as boring as an old fashion waiting room with no Playboy issues available, and it also kills the wonder right out of the park just like e-cigarettes kill the toxic mystic right out of a cigarette, but since multi-flavor vapor seems to Curb “Cancer’s” Enthusiasm and, after seeing the Astros take the pennant, then boring has definetly got an edge over big tobacco and algorithms over the old way in which, Willie Guist buys peanuts and Cracker Jacks® . •—_—•.

Virginia has become the first rough-Draft of Trump’s impeachment, “You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby”, but there’s still some rolling hills to cross over; in the mean time, let’s take a pause and head over to Brazile… La Xica mais linda.

Political pundits, however, are still fixed on using the esoteric AnAgRam in all of the wrong fucking ways to try and predict the next political leaders. Take for instance a recent Commentary made by the elements “digging” over at the control room of Studio A3, at the mines of “the” msnbc’s, during the Oct. 27th edition of the MoreJo show:— Hey, you guys! Jack just crunched the Lt. Governor’s name and it’s just two-letters away from being a perfect match to that Commentary Magazine guy.>> Is that a fact, Alex? Or are you just trying to get out of extra duty for coming in to work without shaving?— Of course not, Ma’am. I swear by this autographed KC DC “laser-rock” t-shirt that the hex is legit.(Cousin Joe, analyzes the internal-mic conversation between the Gnomes and the Gold hair Undine to his right, and he goes for the Swing).—Hey, Noah! Alex and the rest of the fella’s over at the control room just informed us that Ralph Northam is ‘only’ 2 letters away from being a perfect AnAgRam for Noah Rothman, but of Course they need to “Curb Their Enthusiasm” because “it’s all Fake News”, because the Sylph that’s double-timing thru the Jupiter quadrant, he just got wind that not only are those fucking Gnomes Full of Shit, they should know by the missing letters N + O, that if you subtract the Noah Rotham from Ralph Northam, the remaining three letters add up to Republicans Lose Priority… at least in the Commonwealth of Virginia.

Sources follow…in the mean time:

Afterword

Blue colored cuff of a White Collar Capitol cop… “Let’s Play Hardball“. Earlier during this Robert F. Kennedy: A Raging Spirit, book advertising review, we [the staff] relayed to all of the good people that don’t bother knocking on this portal, that the tale of Mr. Matthews begins to unfold as soon as the potential reader sets his or her eyes on the “Dust Jacket”, or —DJ— for short. •—_—• We [the staff] have also already commented on the elements of the Front Cover, and… “an interesting thing happened on the way to the Forum,” midway between La Rue d’Oculus and La rue de l’Arc de Ciel, we [the staff] stumbled upon the limitations of what Konstantine, the author of the template that asegovia3 chose to use way-back-when, as an aspiring reporter, fired up this rather non-consequential blog. It turns out that for a long-winded entry such as this advertisement book review, that we [the staff] found ourselves struggling with “PUBLISH,” which is what Konstantine chose as a name for this theme (or template), the issue boils down to a frozen screen every time that our graphics capture team tries to load an image at the very bottom of long pentry; that is why you, as a reader that never visits this blog, gets those annoying part i, part ii, part iii, etcétera… anygüey, Colonel Matthews, il dorso context of the “DJ” of your take on the, once upon a timeyoung and galant hero of The New Camelot clan, follows below, and then we “promaïs” to insert the sources, after that… even if we have to PUBLISH a part iv on this theme about your in-house advertisement book promotional tour, Mr. Matthews.

Did you know that it was the French… who invented “El Pan de Muerto” and the “Day of The Dead” [1]. And that it was the British who perfected that celebration by “shaking it” with Craig, —Daniel Craig.

Hold that thought, Colonel Matthews… because when we return: Let’s Play Hardball!… but first, “with all due respect” it’s time for Breaking The News. —_—. John Heilemann, a long-time sticker fanatic of an urban colective who call themselves “The Wu-Tang Clan,” suffered a heart attack late Friday night (last week) after learning that his ‘wingman’ Mark Halperin, let Mika and Cousin Joe down… Hold That Thought, we’ll be right back with let’s play hardball with Colonel Chris Matthews…. GOOOOOO, DODGERS!

The good thing about this nonconsequential blog is that los Espíritus nunca vienen a visitar este espectro protocolario de los Interwebs.

Legacy politics and opposing viewpoints: an American Original Story. •—_—• Hey there, Cousin Joe, please relay to Colonel Matthews that the next segment is nothing personal, as a matter of fact, there was a time that we,[the staff] would leave the Internet Streaming Machine on during his show. Our favorite part of his schtick would of course be the opening line, the fast interrogation style that he uses when addressing his guests, and the final thought. I will never forget that time during the first presidential debate of 2016, when he said: it’s too late, they are already in—they have stormed the castle!… or something like that, if i had access to Mr. Peacock’s archives, that would be the first “talking meme” that i would upload on this unconsecuential blog… ANYGÜEY, Cousin Joe, the Carmen Aristegui segment regarding a Salvatore “Mooney” “Sam” “Capo de Tutti” Giancana files with RFK, —follows.

1968… to put the following analysis into context let me first tell you, Colonel Matthews, how i feel about the loss of Robert F. Kennedy by a guy with a redundant name like say, José José, Polo Polo, Django Django, or Los Dug Dug (all of ‘em artistic names) except for the one that made of the Bonaventure’s kitchen a landmark name: Sirhan Sirhan.

Anygüey, Colonel Matthews, i shead a tear; and i wasn’t even born yet! Just like that time that i shead another tear —a few weeks later on October the 2nd, three months later (give or take) after “Bobby” Kennedy’s hit… and again, Colonel Matthews, i wasn’t even born yet but still, i shead a tear.

MINUTO 3, con 54 SEGUNDOS: “El interés de matar a Fidel, contra el odio de Robert F. Kennedy hacía la mafia…” palabras más o palabras menos, Cousin Joe, RFK, might have been in your own words, “a though Son of a Bitch”, but in his dealings with the mob to get rid of Castro, he was a bit of hypocritical bitch too! Don’t you think? Think about it, Cousin Joe, a historical parallel to that Machiavellian recourse of the means in an equation is the same algorithm that gave US the Taliban and ISIS… intel on that last statement follows.

Captura cortesía de Canal plus… en France. Context for Lorne Michaels at SNL follows, in the mean time: let Pete do his Sketch! And oh-by-the way: nice touch with last Saturday’s opener, “I won’t back down“, which Cousin Joe could might perhaps maybe agree to argue that the song is nothing more than saying: “Hasta La Victoria Siempre” pero en Inglés.

… los higos bolivianos por eso son amargos

regresamos… TimeStamp: 1100h CET

I came to Paris to write

Dear, Cousin Joe, might you have sent that dang’on iphone to Bolivia? Please do remember that they are not into the whole “zip code” theme, so go ahead and resend that gadget to the 75001 country code. We [the staff] have a feeling that we are going to stay here at least until the start of “the” Guadalupe season. Cheers to Mika, good for cancelling with the “W” company. Besos!

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Fair use of all the Schmidttys, in Real Time, and on “the” msnbc’s… Few people know this, except of course Billy Crystal, but all jokes aside, Steve Schmidt, along with our favorite covert national affairs spy reporter Olivia Nuzzi and former Congressman Harold Ford, are part of a very exclusive Beltway club known only as the three horsemen of the Apocalypse. Source: Billy Crystal on Real Time.

[TimeStamp: 11h CET, time now]… context follows about my encounter with this weekend’s 20 liter [roughly 5.5 gallons] fuel restrictions on the A-11. It kind of reminded me of the USAEUR’s ration card that as a regular joe, while stationed in Mannheim Germany I got accustomed to. That was back in the early 90’s. Nirvana had just announced that Heavy Metal Music, was going to be a thing of the past. “Here we are now, Entertain us.”

PSA* | National decree captured from a pump while purchasing gas at a Total gas station on the A11 autoroute —to Le Mans; Sunday drive, May 22, 2016 . ||Foto por Armando Segovia. CreativeCommons —CopyLeft.